Ok, I realize I should be working on my other two main stories right now…but I'm gonna write this one too anyways!!!

Disclaimer: I have neither the time nor energy to make up funny, sarcastic things to put for this anymore…so I'll just grit my teeth and say it: I DON'T OWN NARUTO!!! And you're an idiot if you think I do!! C'mon! I'm writing FANFICTION for Pete's sake!!!

Warning: cursing and slight Yaoi in this chapter.

And this wasn't edited, so tell me if something is wrong.

Hope you like it, here we go!

"Okay, Gaara. Tilt your head back a little more, okay, just like that…great…"

The camera snapped a few times.

"Lean your head on his shoulder but tilt your face to the side…" click click "Love the expression Gaara, love it…" click

My modeling partner, Elliot moved his face from the crook of my neck and gently took the shell of my ear between his teeth.

click

"That's great Elliot… now slide your hand lower…don't move."

Elliot's hand slipped under the thin sheet that barely hid our lower halves and I stiffened in surprise as his fingers suddenly wrapped around my length.

"Stop it," I hissed. "We're supposed to be faking it."

I let out an inaudible gasp as he squeezed my tighter. "We should make a convincing photo, Gaara-kun," he whispered. "Besides, you didn't mind last night…"

He licked my ear and began stroking me gently, barely flicking his wrist. The hand he had resting on my side snaked up to pinch my left nipple. I tensed and shivered as the pleasurable sensations teased my nerves. My lips parted and I arched my back as his hand gave a particularly strong jerk.

"Perfect! Keep that pose..." click click click I heard the cameraman move to a different angle. "Keep still…" click click click click "One more…" click "Alright, that's a wrap," Jiraya finally said. "Sorry we had to call you out so early today. You guys can go."

Elliot reluctantly let my cock out of his grip as our robes were handed to us. I sighed in relief. But inconveniently, I now had to go release the tension in my groin. As I headed back to my dressing room, a hand gently grabbed my arm.

"Hey Gaara," Elliot said seductively. "You wanna come over later?"

"Can't. I have school in two hours."

He pouted in disappointment. "Awww, but I want you to come over and pway."

I smiled and rolled my eyes before poking him in the chest. "Oi, what were you trying to pull earlier during the photo shoot?"

Elliot grinned at me. "Oh, c'mon baby. I was just trying to get you horny…"

"And it worked too," I said, folding my arms.

"You're irresistible when you writhe, I couldn't help it. Besides, you take better pics when you're horny."

I snorted and looked away, embarrassed. "Whatever. But doing that during the shoot.-"

"What're you talking about? We've done shots way more explicit."

"I know, but it feels awkward when you do that while we're doing a normal photo. I'm not sure why."

"Well, let me take care of your…problem now," he said, smirking.

He pulled me into my dressing room and locked the door. I checked my watch; I didn't want to be late for school again.

"Don't worry about time, Gaara," Elliot said, slipping off ours robes.

I moaned as he gripped my stiff cock.

"We'll make it quick."

Quick, my ass, I thought, resting my head tiredly against my desk. That pervert… who knew he could do all of those things in just two hours. Now I was so exhausted, I would end up nodding off during the rest of the school day. I sighed. Well, at least he's hot…

"Oi, Gaara."

I tiredly cracked open an eye to see Kiba looking down at me. I grunted in recognition.

"Dude, you look beat," he commented.

I didn't say anything. Kiba's eyebrows went up in sudden realization. He snickered. "Ohhh! You and the Elliot guy finally-"

"Kiba-" I started.

He held out his hand for a high-five. "Score!"

I ignored his outstretched hand. "No. We did not."

Kiba poked my head.

"Aww, but I thought you liked him? Why are you holding out?"

"He's not the guy."

"So how good is he?" Kiba asked in a low voice.

"Excuse me?"

"Well, if you guys don't even do it, and he can make you this tired on a Monday morning….then he has to be really, really, really, really good."

I yawned and closed my eyes again. "I suppose."

"Aw, c'mon. You gotta elaborate more than that."

"Kiba, I'm not sharing details of my private life with you. Especially not in school."

"…So if we weren't in school right now, you'd tell?"

Gaara snickered and whacked the boy's arm. "No."

Neji's POV

"Hey, Neji!" Tenten called.

I turned and smiled at my girlfriend as she came over and entwined her arm with mine.

"What's going on? You wanna hang out after school?" she asked.

"Nah, I can't. Jason's sick, so I'm going over to his school later to pick up his stuff."

Her face fell a little. "Yeah, he lives pretty far away."

She shrugged and kissed my cheek. "Alright. We can hang out some other time. Tell him I hope he feels better."

"I will."

She waved and headed off to class.

I parked my car by the sidewalk before checking my hair in the mirror. I sat back for a second and sighed, looking out the window. Jason lived in the city, not in a horrible area, but one I wasn't completely comfortable with. I had left my nice car at home and taken the Jetta instead. It was a good car, but the worst one in the garage. It was also my first; it still surprised me sometimes, but I guess when your parents spoil you, even your first ride is more than decent. A car was a car. At sixteen, I would have been happy with a piece of crap.

I grabbed the folder of homework that was lying on the passenger's seat and got out. I walked up the stairs to the porch and knocked on the front door. I waited .A moment later I heard shuffling from the other side before I was greeted with Jason's face. I smiled and raised an eyebrow.

"You don't look sick to me."

Jason laughed sheepishly. "I know, I know. But I swear I was sick this morning. So what're you doing here?"

"I got your homework," I said, holding up the folder and handing it to him.

"Thanks man. You wanna hang out here for a bit?"

"Sure."

He stood to the side to let me in.

"Sorry it's kinda messy," he said, leading me upstairs.

"It's fine." It really was. The house was practically spotless.

"But my rooms clean," he continued. "My mom made me since I was staying home all day."

He walked into his room, but I stopped dead in my tracks in the doorway. Oh my gawd…it was a fucking pigsty!

"…and you called the rest of the house messy," I mumbled.

There were clothes, dishes, CDs, and…and unidentifiable stuffcompletely strewn everywhere, clogging up the shelves and floor.

"Jason?"

"Hmm?"

"This isn't clean. It looks like fucking Hurricane Katrina hit this place."

Jason shrugged, unfazed. "You can move stuff if you want."

I pushed a pile of dirty clothes off of a chair and sat down, turning the TV on. I was flipping through the channels when the phone rang. Jason snatched it out of the cradle.

"Hello? Oh, hi mom…yeah…..yeah.…what? Aww, c'mon mom! I have a friend over….no-I was sick this morning! He just came over to give me my homework!...mom…mom!... Alright, I'll do it later…..alright, I'll do it now. Bye."

He hit the 'off' button and tossed the phone on his bed.

"What was that about?" I asked, looking over at him.

Jason got up and headed for the door.

"My mom said I have to clean up some crap in the basement, and since I have a friend over, I obviously feel better and have no excuse to not do it. It'll take like ten minutes."

I smirked. "Alright mama's boy."

"Shut up," he said in a sing-song voice.

Once he was gone, I looked around his room and sighed. How did he live in this mess? The utter chaos nagged at me until I finally stood and began picking things up off the floor. I stacking up used dishes and throwing all the dirty clothes in corner. I yanked up a red sweatshirt that was halfway under his bed and flung it into the corner as well. I went to reach down for another article of clothing, but I froze as something else caught my eye. A magazine? My eyes widened in realization. Oh my god….

My outstretched hand itched to pull the rest of it out from under the bed. I had only seen porn once before at Deidara's house. I never bought any myself. Not only would it be extremely uncomfortable to do so, but my uncle would murder me if he ever found it. I felt like a little kid who was deciding if he should take a cookie from the jar when he knew he'd get in trouble if discovered. I was torn. Half of me screamed that it was dirty and wrong…but the other half…

I quickly checked behind me to make sure Jason wasn't there, before snatching the magazine. I eyed the cover for a moment before quickly opening it and starting to flip through the pages. I gaped at the erotic images, completely taken by surprise. One of the photos was of a guy getting a freakin' blowjob. Although that one was very... eye-catching there was one that made me stop turning the pages. My eyes widen at the sight of the young male, his arms stretched over his head which was tilted back, his swan-like neck arched and blood-red hair mussed about his head like a halo. His knees were drawn up, and there was someone holding them and pushing them apart, revealing the dripping erection between them. I gulped, my body heating drastically. But it was the male's face that was most memorable. His pink lips were parted, his face flushed, and the blurry look in his eyes was of absolute ecstasy...it was Gaara.

"Woah, dude. You wanna go somewhere more private for that?" a voice said suddenly.

I jumped a little in surprise.

"I know him," I said blankly, not taking my eyes from the picture.

"What?"

Jason walked over and looked over my shoulder. His jaw dropped. "What?" he exclaimed. "Dude! You know him?"

"He goes to my school…he's in my grade."

"He's a high-schooler? Holy shit!"

Jason grabbed my shoulders and steered my around so I was facing him. "Neji, you have to get me his number!"

I blanched. "What!?! Are you kidding me? I barely know him! How am I supposed to ask him that? 'Oh, hello there, Gaara. My friend saw you in a porn magazine, and I was just wondering if I could have your number to give to him'?!?!"

"Aww, c'mon!!!" Jason pleaded. "Please! At least get me his autograph! An autograph is normal enough! He's a model!"

"For a porn magazine! An autograph from a porn star is not normal, you pedophile!"

"Pedophile!?! He's MY age!!!"

"Fine then! Stalker!"

"I'm not a stalker!"

"Dude," I started. "Let me try to break this down for you; Gaara poses in naked photos which you jerk-off to. If I get his number and give it to you, that makes you a stalker. And it makes me the accomplice that will forever creep him out. Tch, like he'd actually give me his real number to give to a stranger who looks at naked pictures at him under his covers at 1:00 am in the morning."

Jason dropped to his knees and grabbed my ankles. "Please, Neji! Please! I'm just a teenage boy at the mercy of hormones!" he cried overdramatically. "Will you not help me?!?!" he looked up at me pleadingly.

I rolled my eyes. "Don't give me the puppy-dog look…"

That comment only encouraged him more.

"Alright," I said, giving in. "Alright. I'll get you his fucking autograph. But you so owe me for this."

Jason jumped to his feet and cheered. "Yes!!! Woo hoo!!! Yeah!!!"

He opened his arms and prepared to lunge at me. "Neji! You're the-"

"Don't hug me," I ordered.

He stopped mid-lunge and instead continued hopping in a small circle, snickering to himself.

He started saying something in a sing-song voice. "I'm getting Gaara's autograph! I'm getting Gaara's autograph!"

I sighed heavily, watching my exuberant friend. Gaara was going to hate me…and I didn't even know the guy!

Ok, there ya go. I plan on making this story really long. So long, in fact, that there will be a part two. Hehehe. But you'll have to wait for that! Review!